My tears fell quietly just as my engagement had fallen into the cold ocean water. Just two hours before my husband had proposed on the boat ride to Catalina Island. A customized ring inset with nine purple sapphires on a white gold band.
He’d spent six months searching for the perfect engagement ring. Assuming the search would be easy because I disliked diamonds. Two hours later the engagement ring had established a permanent residency at Lover’s Cove on Catalina Island.
I cried and he comforted. I quickly learned that God had a sense of humor especially when it came to romance, more notably our upcoming nuptials.
The next thirteen months remained fairly uneventful as we planned and prepared for our upcoming nuptials. Our wedding was set for October 21, 2006.
We expected to have approximately forty-three guest and planned accordingly. Our reception was planned to be held at a local hotel, not far from our church. We arranged for food to feed hundred fifty and a cake to feed sixty.
Planning the wedding and working consumed much of our time. Time passed furiously and before we knew it was the week of our wedding.
On Monday before our wedding my husband received a phone call from his best friend and best man. His best man had already purchased his airline tickets but was calling to say that he wouldn’t be able to attend. His work refused to let him have the time off and would fire him if he took the time off. It was a disappointment but we agreed everything would be fine.
On the Wednesday before our wedding my husband made his first trip of the weekend to the Emergency Room for an infection. The wound was lanced and he was sent on his way. Yes, this was becoming a very interesting week.
On Friday afternoon we were delivered more bad news with the cancellation of his cousin’s airline flight. She was coming from Maine and the flight was cancelled due to inclement weather. We continued onto our afternoon wedding rehearsal, what was a normal 45 minute drive became two hours. The four freeways leading across the bridge to our church were all four simultaneously battling car fires.
I couldn’t help but wonder, if this way God’s way of telling us not to marry. The night was supposed to be finished off with our rehearsal dinner. The dinner quickly became another casualty of the day with a two hour wait, service was slow and the food was cold.
I contested that God had no sense of romance at least not with us.
We thought the worst of the week had passed; unfortunately it was now the day of our wedding. My husband had awoken earlier than I so he could shower and shave. He told me that he wanted to look extremely handsome on our wedding day, which is why he shaved outside of the shower.
As he reached for the towel on the rock, his nose connected with the bathroom wall. He screamed in pain and I cringed in terror. A second trip to the emergency room was in order. My mother-in-law was having a field day snapping pictures of my husband and his broken nose. She said we needed to capture the moment.
Five hours, a broken nose and a second emergency room visit later we were finally ready to leave for the church. We arrived outside only to discover our car was gushing pools of radiator fluid. After the honeymoon, we learned the entire coolant system had to be replaced. Now it was a last minute rush to reserve a rental car for arrival at our own wedding.
We arrived fifteen minutes before our wedding with a humored mother-in-law and a flustered bride. Even our Pastor found our situation enlightening, as he managed to write a sermon about our wedding entitled “Best Laid Plans.”
Twenty people attended our wedding, only thirteen attended our reception. Yes, the food for 150+ and wedding cake were not forgotten. Our honeymoon ended with my husband rolling the rear tires of our rental car over an embankment. Thankfully no one was injured and the rental was fine.
The wedding may have had disastrous moment but our marriage won’t as it’s built firmly upon the foundation of Christ, communication and trust. We stand ready to whether the storms of life and love, journeying to wherever the storms may lead.
Yes, indeed these are certainly His Best Laid Plans.
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